I had one of those baby dreams last night. One of those where I have this cute newborn baby that never cries and always smells good, and I'm always caught up on everything so baby and I can just snuggle and giggle the day away.
Then I woke up and had that mildly disappointed / extremely relieved feeling.
Coincidentally, Brandy tagged me with this mommy meme over on facebook, and because of the sheer synchronicity of it and a good dose of laziness, I post it here as well. I won't tag anyone specific, but feel free to meme away - even the dads.
1. WAS YOUR FIRST PREGNANCY PLANNED?
If by "planned" we mean that I was too caught up in the moment / lazy to go do that whole diaphragm routine, and besides, I wasn't getting any younger... then yeah, he was totally planned.
2. WERE YOU MARRIED AT THE TIME?
Yes
3. WHAT WERE YOUR REACTIONS?
Excited, scared, nervous, happy, a little freaked out.
4. HOW OLD WERE YOU?
28 when I got pregnant; 29 when I had the baby
5. HOW DID YOU FIND OUT YOU WERE PREGNANT?
home pregnancy test
6. WHO DID YOU TELL FIRST?
My husband then the father - KIDDING, they're both the same person!
7. DID YOU WANT TO FIND OUT THE SEX?
NO way!
8. DUE DATE?
Must've been January 17.
9. DID YOU HAVE MORNING SICKNESS?
Not really, just a little queasy and tired that first trimester.
10. WHAT DID YOU CRAVE?
Eggs and potatoes
11. WHO/WHAT IRRITATED YOU THE MOST?
I don't remember being irritated. Didn't have any other kids yet, remember?
12. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CHILD'S SEX?
Boy
13. DID YOU WISH YOU HAD THE OPPOSITE SEX OF WHAT YOU WERE GETTING?
No
14. HOW MANY POUNDS DID YOU GAIN THROUGHOUT THE PREGNANCY?
30
15. DID YOU HAVE A BABY SHOWER?
Yes, after the arrival, because I ended up going into labor the day it was originally planned for.
16. WAS IT A SURPRISE OR DID YOU KNOW?
It was planned as a surprise, but when I told my friends I wasn't coming because I was in labor, they told me to come anyway because they were throwing me a shower. They'd deliver the baby there if needed. I think they really would have.
17. DID YOU HAVE ANY COMPLICATIONS DURING YOUR PREGNANCY?
No
18. WHERE DID YOU GIVE BIRTH?
At a hospital in Rochester, NY. Forget the name. Rochester Memorial?? Rochester General?? Hospital O'Rochester??
19. HOW MANY HOURS WERE YOU IN LABOR?
Ten or eleven I think. It's all part of that birthing amnesia fog.
20. WHO DROVE YOU TO THE HOSPITAL?
Magnum
21. WHO WATCHED YOU GIVE BIRTH?
Magnum, my ob/gyn, the nurse, and a young intern guy on his maternity rotation.
22. WAS IT NATURAL OR C-SECTION?
Natural
23. DID YOU TAKE MEDICINE TO EASE THE PAIN?
No, I'd heard it makes you say weird things. And I didn't get an epidural because, DAMNIT!, Mom had three babies without one, so could I!
24. Did you nurse (breastfeed)?
Absoloodle!
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Thursday, February 12, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
the lost year
I don't remember third grade.
I don't know what's up with that. I remember bits and pieces of the rest of my K-12 life, and I certainly remember the teachers I had, but third grade is a total fog. Like it never happened.
Meego is in third grade now. He and the other third graders at his school did a music program last Friday. Every month or so, the school has a "Pride Assembly" wherein one of the grades or the choir also does a music program. This month was the third grade's turn.
So Magnum and I went, found a spot in the back of the gym and proudly watched as Meego stole the show. Well.... not exactly. Meego's not really the all-eyes-on-me-in-the-center-of-the-ring type. But he did all the Saturday Night Fever moves and moved his mouth as if he were singing most of the time.
And he also got a "Pride Award" during the assembly. Students are picked from each grade during these assemblies to receive these awards for some sort of virtue, and he was one of the recipients. This is the first year he got one without knowing ahead of time. I think the teachers tell the first and second graders just so they know what they're supposed to do when their names are called and don't freak out.
I knew he was getting one, though, as his teacher had tipped me off the day before. It was fun to see the recognition on his face when his name was called and watch him go forward in his cheesy little super hero costume (part of the music program) to get his Pride Pin.
I hope he remembers third grade.
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I don't know what's up with that. I remember bits and pieces of the rest of my K-12 life, and I certainly remember the teachers I had, but third grade is a total fog. Like it never happened.
Meego is in third grade now. He and the other third graders at his school did a music program last Friday. Every month or so, the school has a "Pride Assembly" wherein one of the grades or the choir also does a music program. This month was the third grade's turn.
So Magnum and I went, found a spot in the back of the gym and proudly watched as Meego stole the show. Well.... not exactly. Meego's not really the all-eyes-on-me-in-the-center-of-the-ring type. But he did all the Saturday Night Fever moves and moved his mouth as if he were singing most of the time.
And he also got a "Pride Award" during the assembly. Students are picked from each grade during these assemblies to receive these awards for some sort of virtue, and he was one of the recipients. This is the first year he got one without knowing ahead of time. I think the teachers tell the first and second graders just so they know what they're supposed to do when their names are called and don't freak out.
I knew he was getting one, though, as his teacher had tipped me off the day before. It was fun to see the recognition on his face when his name was called and watch him go forward in his cheesy little super hero costume (part of the music program) to get his Pride Pin.
I hope he remembers third grade.
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Monday, February 9, 2009
into the wind
*POOF* it's monday. And it's freakin' WINDY! Meego and I nearly got blown off the face of the earth on our walk to school this morning.
But here I am ready for another week. I'm sure it's tiring to hear more about my bicycle, but she had yet another upgrade on Saturday. All those upgrades from last week brought out other weaknesses. The shiney new chain I got was periodically slipping off the old worn out crank - a rather nerve wracking feeling it was. So now she's got a new crank set. There's hardly anything left of the original Bella!
Anyway, I went for a good ride yesterday to make sure everything is firing as is meant to be, and she's really humming along now. It was a bit chilly - mid 30's, but not bad. As I was out riding, I saw a couple out walking. They were wearing these big parkas and ski masks and ski goggles. I mentioned it later to the family, and we concluded that they were either out robbing 7-11's or they were from some warmer climate place and couldn't take mid 30's.
I'm still kind of curious about them. I mean, it wasn't even snowing yet (that happened later), so why the goggles? They were even more geeky looking than my geeky looking bicycling glasses. By their size and shape, I guessed that one was male and the other female. His 'n' Hers terrorist mask/goggle combos?
Oh well, they probably thought I looked strange. Hopefully they don't blog.
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But here I am ready for another week. I'm sure it's tiring to hear more about my bicycle, but she had yet another upgrade on Saturday. All those upgrades from last week brought out other weaknesses. The shiney new chain I got was periodically slipping off the old worn out crank - a rather nerve wracking feeling it was. So now she's got a new crank set. There's hardly anything left of the original Bella!
Anyway, I went for a good ride yesterday to make sure everything is firing as is meant to be, and she's really humming along now. It was a bit chilly - mid 30's, but not bad. As I was out riding, I saw a couple out walking. They were wearing these big parkas and ski masks and ski goggles. I mentioned it later to the family, and we concluded that they were either out robbing 7-11's or they were from some warmer climate place and couldn't take mid 30's.
I'm still kind of curious about them. I mean, it wasn't even snowing yet (that happened later), so why the goggles? They were even more geeky looking than my geeky looking bicycling glasses. By their size and shape, I guessed that one was male and the other female. His 'n' Hers terrorist mask/goggle combos?
Oh well, they probably thought I looked strange. Hopefully they don't blog.
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Saturday, February 7, 2009
Silver Lining Saturday, part XXV
I'm lazing around on my first saturday in a while where I don't have to go to work with an appearance/illusion? of intelligence and clarity and competence. Actually, I'd gotten used to those Saturday morning classes and am kinda missing it, but I'm sure it will pass.
It's been another banner week for thankfuldom. Let's hit it.
I was feeling quite productive this week, and as I sit here I can see the "to do" list I'd made at the start of the week, now with a bunch of lines scratched through a bunch of the to-do's. So much fun scratching those lines.
Yes, my bicycle is out of the shop, and the weather has been very accomodating to get me going on abusing it once again. NO! I will do better with the maintenance from now on. See, I bought the bike from a shop that was very close to my house, making the maintenance visits very convenient... then the store moved! How rude! BUT, this week, I found a very enjoyable bicycling route to get to the new location from my house. This goes along with my New Year's resolution to go outside of my comfort zone more often, as I had to venture somewhat into the unknown to find this route. It paid off!
On the maintenance note, we decided to keep our current car for the long haul, which prompted me to get it in for a good tune up. It purrs like a kitten now.
The bicycle maintenance shop people and the automotive shop people seem to really like me these days.
I try to think of it as doing our part in stimulating the economy.
I even took the dog in for maintenance, for her annual checkup. CRAP! She has heartworm! Very rare thing in these parts, but somehow she managed. The silver lining to that is, it looks like we caught it relatively early, making the treatment for it not as bad as if we'd caught it later on. She's also now a bit of a celebrity at the vet's, having contracted this rare thing. Yet another reason to dislike mosquitoes.
Wolfgang has gotten and kept his grades up after having a bit of trouble with that last year *a-HEM*. With that, Mr. Extracurricular has been cleared by Magnum and me to play basketball with the middle school program, which meant I had to also take HIM for a physical. Everything checked out fine, but it looks like he may be due for a new eyeglass prescription. Back to the one-family economic stimulation package.
There's more, of course, but I think I'll stop there. Before we're broke.
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It's been another banner week for thankfuldom. Let's hit it.
I was feeling quite productive this week, and as I sit here I can see the "to do" list I'd made at the start of the week, now with a bunch of lines scratched through a bunch of the to-do's. So much fun scratching those lines.
Yes, my bicycle is out of the shop, and the weather has been very accomodating to get me going on abusing it once again. NO! I will do better with the maintenance from now on. See, I bought the bike from a shop that was very close to my house, making the maintenance visits very convenient... then the store moved! How rude! BUT, this week, I found a very enjoyable bicycling route to get to the new location from my house. This goes along with my New Year's resolution to go outside of my comfort zone more often, as I had to venture somewhat into the unknown to find this route. It paid off!
On the maintenance note, we decided to keep our current car for the long haul, which prompted me to get it in for a good tune up. It purrs like a kitten now.
The bicycle maintenance shop people and the automotive shop people seem to really like me these days.
I try to think of it as doing our part in stimulating the economy.
I even took the dog in for maintenance, for her annual checkup. CRAP! She has heartworm! Very rare thing in these parts, but somehow she managed. The silver lining to that is, it looks like we caught it relatively early, making the treatment for it not as bad as if we'd caught it later on. She's also now a bit of a celebrity at the vet's, having contracted this rare thing. Yet another reason to dislike mosquitoes.
Wolfgang has gotten and kept his grades up after having a bit of trouble with that last year *a-HEM*. With that, Mr. Extracurricular has been cleared by Magnum and me to play basketball with the middle school program, which meant I had to also take HIM for a physical. Everything checked out fine, but it looks like he may be due for a new eyeglass prescription. Back to the one-family economic stimulation package.
There's more, of course, but I think I'll stop there. Before we're broke.
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Wednesday, February 4, 2009
I shaved my legs for this
We were in the midst of a road trip, travelling through "the south". Chaco and Wolfgang were just little squirts and Meego was not yet in the picture.
We'd made a stop to stretch our legs, get some food, and clean up the sticky grimy toddlers. As I recall, Wolfgang was the grimier of the two. After lunch, I took him into the restroom and gave him a good scrubdown mini makeover.
The new and shiny clean Wolfgang and I radiated out of that restroom and were met by a largish woman of "the south". She looked down at Wolfgang, and I remember vividly what she said:
"WAINCHIEPURDEEEE!"
I'm pretty sure that translates to: "Well, aren't you an attractive and clean young chap!".
That particular term has found a comfy spot in our household vocabulary, often used as a verb as in: "Better go get 'wainchied', the band concert's in a half an hour". Or in it's original form when, say, the dog returns from the groomers.
So yesterday afternoon, I got a call from the bike shop. My bicycle, after 8 days and 4 hours (but who was counting), was ready to be picked up after it's extreme makeover. I happily journeyed over to pick it up.
The technician went to the back, then wheeled her out. I swear she was prancing, if a bicycle could do such a thing.
All I could think was,
"WAINCHIEPURDEEE!"
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<--- [click the pic for BIG and Wainchie]
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Wainchie?
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We'd made a stop to stretch our legs, get some food, and clean up the sticky grimy toddlers. As I recall, Wolfgang was the grimier of the two. After lunch, I took him into the restroom and gave him a good scrubdown mini makeover.
The new and shiny clean Wolfgang and I radiated out of that restroom and were met by a largish woman of "the south". She looked down at Wolfgang, and I remember vividly what she said:
"WAINCHIEPURDEEEE!"
I'm pretty sure that translates to: "Well, aren't you an attractive and clean young chap!".
That particular term has found a comfy spot in our household vocabulary, often used as a verb as in: "Better go get 'wainchied', the band concert's in a half an hour". Or in it's original form when, say, the dog returns from the groomers.
So yesterday afternoon, I got a call from the bike shop. My bicycle, after 8 days and 4 hours (but who was counting), was ready to be picked up after it's extreme makeover. I happily journeyed over to pick it up.
The technician went to the back, then wheeled her out. I swear she was prancing, if a bicycle could do such a thing.
All I could think was,
"WAINCHIEPURDEEE!"
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<--- [click the pic for BIG and Wainchie]
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Wainchie?
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Tuesday, February 3, 2009
let's hope he doesn't turn emo
I don't know how he does it. Of all the possible combinations (I calculate it to be about 35), Meego manages to pick the ONE shirt/pants combo that Just. Does. Not. Do.
He emerged from his room this morning wearing a bright tie dyed t-shirt and a pair of camo cargo pants... [Take a moment to picture it].... Now, as a mom, I know I must pick my battles. Generally, clothing battles are not worth it. But I couldn't let that one go, especially since he's worn that particular ensemble before with me biting my tongue all the way to school. It's not that he's trying to be particularly CLASH, he just has no fashion sense whatsoever. What. So. Ever.
"Uhm... you should change either your pants or your shirt", I mumbled nonchalantly.
"Why?", he replied cluelessly.
"That outfit is just too..... busy", I clarified elusively
"I can't wear this SHIRT?!", he pried confusingly
"That shirt's fine, just not with THOSE pants", I explained provokingly.
"I can't wear these PANTS?!", he emoted dramatically.
"The PANTS are FINE, just not with THAT SHIRT.", I expounded frustratingly.
In the end, Meego gave in. Left in a huff and re-emerged from the room having changed the pants to a pair of solid grey cargo pants. Much better.
Except they're too short.
I kept that to myself.
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He emerged from his room this morning wearing a bright tie dyed t-shirt and a pair of camo cargo pants... [Take a moment to picture it].... Now, as a mom, I know I must pick my battles. Generally, clothing battles are not worth it. But I couldn't let that one go, especially since he's worn that particular ensemble before with me biting my tongue all the way to school. It's not that he's trying to be particularly CLASH, he just has no fashion sense whatsoever. What. So. Ever.
"Uhm... you should change either your pants or your shirt", I mumbled nonchalantly.
"Why?", he replied cluelessly.
"That outfit is just too..... busy", I clarified elusively
"I can't wear this SHIRT?!", he pried confusingly
"That shirt's fine, just not with THOSE pants", I explained provokingly.
"I can't wear these PANTS?!", he emoted dramatically.
"The PANTS are FINE, just not with THAT SHIRT.", I expounded frustratingly.
(conversation continues a bit longer with similar abrasive befuddlement)
In the end, Meego gave in. Left in a huff and re-emerged from the room having changed the pants to a pair of solid grey cargo pants. Much better.
Except they're too short.
I kept that to myself.
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Sunday, February 1, 2009
Silver Lining S-day, part XXIV
I didn't get my silver lining "saturday" entry yesterday, so I'll just call it "S-day". I was working. Then I was playing. No blogging.
The LSAT class has come to a satisfying finish, and I may have gotten a GMAT student out of it. Gotta love those high achieving goal-oriented types.
The minor foot injury I've been nursing is well on the mend.
Meego's Science Fair project has been completed and turned in. The actual science fair display day is in a couple of weeks, which means we will be able to soon toss out the stinky mold that is growing and thriving in the sun room.
I found no flea poop on the cat. I guess he's just weird.
My bicycle was in bad shape, and yes, had more issues than I should've let happen, but she'll be bionic when I get her back next week!
I had a couple of errands to run yesterday and Chaco was nice enough to loan me his bicycle. It's a bit bigger and more rugged than my sweet commuter, but it was a glorious bike ride and Chaco knows the hand that feeds him.
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The LSAT class has come to a satisfying finish, and I may have gotten a GMAT student out of it. Gotta love those high achieving goal-oriented types.
The minor foot injury I've been nursing is well on the mend.
Meego's Science Fair project has been completed and turned in. The actual science fair display day is in a couple of weeks, which means we will be able to soon toss out the stinky mold that is growing and thriving in the sun room.
I found no flea poop on the cat. I guess he's just weird.
My bicycle was in bad shape, and yes, had more issues than I should've let happen, but she'll be bionic when I get her back next week!
I had a couple of errands to run yesterday and Chaco was nice enough to loan me his bicycle. It's a bit bigger and more rugged than my sweet commuter, but it was a glorious bike ride and Chaco knows the hand that feeds him.
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